Chuzheng came out of the bar and immediately saw the boy pacing back and forth outside.
The shadow flickered back and forth on the ground, lonely.
Chuzheng walked over: "What are you doing here?"
The shadow paused, and its owner turned around, revealing a pair of bright eyes above the mask on his face: "Waiting for you to get off work, thought we could go back together..."
As Chuzheng approached, she caught a faint smell of alcohol: "Did you drink?"
"Hmm... just a little."
An Ji hooked his finger on the edge of his mask and pulled it down, exposing his entire face to the air as he exhaled slightly: "Is it a strong smell?"
"It's okay."
An Ji blinked, then slowly began to smile: "So, can we go back now?"
Chuzheng didn't want to see An Ji smile.
Dislike?
Of course not.
When she saw An Ji smile, she wanted not only to see his smile but to do something else.
Chuzheng's gaze shifted to the other side: "Hmm."
